The day of the Chokecherry festival my boyfriend's mother was in charge of running the Charlie Russell Chew Choo. Its stated as the premier dinner train in Montana, traveling 56 miles roundtrip through ranchlands, valleys and mountains of big sky country. The train crosses three trestles, all seeming to be 100 or so feet in the air and looked like at any minute they may crumble beneath us. The tracks originated in 1912, which may explain my concerns. Yet, I had such a great time working the train I didn't even get much time to look out the windows except when we were stopped at various points along the way. We began taking drink orders around 3pm and said our goodbyes around 8pm. There was a train robbery on the way back, where guys on horse back came riding alongside shooting blanks at the train. Some ladies came on board with bright red lip stick, kissing all the bald men on their foreheads, and the robbers jumped aboard taking fake money that every passenger was given. It was quite exciting. Certainly an experience that I would recommend to anyone traveling through Montana, interested in reliving the wild west.
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